Snippets: February 2004 Archives

Leave for London Heathrow in about half an hour; it's freezing outside, and while Los Angeles isn't exactly basking in it, it's up in the mid-teens (60s and 70s on the neolithic scale) right now, which is anything better than this.

Virgin, flight VS007 direct to LAX, I think; typically, I'd know, but this time around, I really don't care. Not apathy, but I need to be taken for a ride without having to do any directing myself; I'll just play camel and lug the bags, and maybe keep my thought processes at the same level - as the camel I mean, not to disparage too greatly - because sometimes I, we, don't do ourselves any favors on that front, and relaxation is fairly vital a tonic. Yes, I dropped a u - I'm going back to America!

Somewhere, across the Atlantic and Lake Michigan, one of my dear friends has gone and become a father. I can hardly believe it; it's a difficult thing to conceptualise, having not yet sunk in.

And it's absolutely wonderful. Happy. Happy. Happy!